Mom came home from Houston tonight. Noah was in bed when she got there. He usually goes to bed between 8 and 830. Mom, Dave and I sat up talking and getting caught up until almost midnight. When we were ready for bed, Dave did his usual check of the house and the kids. I was in our room clearing off the bed of all the clutter that has accumulated on our bed. I can never find anything to wear and by the end of the day, you can tell by looking at our bed. :) Dave comes into our room laughing and motions for me to follow him. I follow him into Noah's room and Dave is laughing pretty hard. I see Noah lying in the middle of his bed. I smile, thinking, "What so funny about that? That's how he always sleeps." As my eyes adjust a little bit more to the dark, I notice that his pajameas are unzipped all the way to his feet. What the heck?!! I laugh and turn to leave and realize his diaper is missing. I bend down to look closer - am I really seeing this. I wish my eyes would adjust to the dark. So - Noah is laying in his bed, in the fetal position, sucking his thumb, pajamas unzipped, no diaper to be seen, and "protecting himself" with his other hand. Oh my gosh...what the heck has he been doing up here for the last 4 hours. I am laughing hysterically and trying to be so quiet. I don't want to wake him up and scare him with us standing over his bed. We get mom who joins our laughing fit. Dave gets a diaper and mom and I leave. I hear Dave yell for pajamas. Noah is soaked head to toe. Apparently he's been naked for quite some time. As Dave is changing him, I ask if the bed is wet. Of course it is - dumb question!!! I tell Noah he can sleep with me. Dave says, "What? Where am I supposed to sleep?" My response, "On the couch." I grab Noah and carry him into our room and snuggled him under all the blankets. The poor kid is freezing!
The next morning when Noah woke up I asked him why he took his pajamas and diaper off. He didn't seem to know what I was talking about. He just kept saying "daddy opened door and Noah slept with mommy." I think Noah was "sleep undressing". I supposed it's better than sleep walking but I have caught him doing that a few times.
About a week ago, I heard him at 630 in the morning saying, "I can't do it. I can't open the door." Thinking he's stuck in his room, I open my door to help him out and he's actually laying in the floor in front of Natalie's door. Oh my - he's trying to get in Natalie's room and she still sound asleep. I realize as I talk to him that he is asleep. I'm glad we have a gate at the top of the stairs and I'm hoping he'll out grow sleep walking.